Feeling closphobic, I fear what if my life ends here. Moving tedious job to another in the past two years, I felt hard to face visitors from home. They asked what I am doing, and they chuckled. I chuckled back as I did not the answer. Yes, they had me realized that I've been in denial. Although, struggling all along and striving so hard, I can't comfortably say I've pursued what I was supposed and achived. Yes, I have a job, but I don't have a career. Yes, I have a place to mingle, but I don't feel belong.
Why should I always feel such ambiguity? I am tired. Lord, why don't you show me the way and lead me as you always did?
